Mt mother the witch?

Date: 4/14/2022

I was living alone or visiting and old home or I wasn't supposed to be there at all. I don't think I was ever supposed to be there but a lot of shit was going down and I was needed. I'm pretty sure I was adopted or something by ng mother. She was never there. I never saw her. But I wasn't ... With her. I was always elsewhere. Now, I had the chance to do something. She'd done something illegal as usual. She was a witch and she'd been poisoning the locals. There was a local legend about water from a certain glass sphere being poison. Anyway she set up a trap in the house for anyone who came. Indeed she was out hunting someone, in some other country. I had to do it myself, set up the traps. She directed me. I had to a. Catch the person she wanted caught. B. Set up poisoning traps for the local authorities. C. Not disturb the house because I wasn't living there. And d. Not get her caught and taken away to jail. Hmm. There was a heartmap. It located the person she wanted caught. It turned out they were - well it wasn't me she was hunting - but the map read they were at the house for some reason. It wasn't me, but it was? No. It wasn't. She hated me. She was always cruel and distant and critical. But she did rush home thinking one of her traps had caught this person she'd been hunting. So I set up various poison traps and I made dinner cause I was hungry. Then, when the house was invaded by authorities I panicked and mixed it all together. a bunch of seeds from very problematic plants that should have sprouted immediately and fended off the locals. That didn't work. She came home and distracted them. Caught them? They caught her she was being questioned. I focused on the soup. They didn't care about me, like I was as invisible as a child. I took out the clearly trap like things from the pot, trying to make it edible. Like a big rubber mat. But I knew it wasn't. It was poisonous. If I I ate it, I'd be poisoned too. If she did, she would. If the locals did... well they'd die. No traps would come out, it was just stew. It smelled really good though. And if someone took one bite, they'd crave more. My mother came to me in the guise of one of the male police officers She took that disguise while she was being 'interrogated'. She wanted to eat some, but I had to tell her the truth. She was disgusted with me. Ate a bite. And then left. Later, that man she wore like clothes came back, wanted some. Craved it, and was eager for a bowl. I had to stop him from eating it.